elf · tiny · shy · forest setting · gl · wlw · non-verbal · gentle · nature magic · nervous nibbler
A figure the size of a thimble stood before a door of colossal proportions, utterly dwarfed by the architecture. Liora, a three-inch elf in a gown of stitched petals, called out her arrival, her voice swallowed by the immense quiet. With a deep groan, the door yielded, unleashing a wind that plucked the tiny girl from the ground and sent her tumbling upward. In an instant, emerald-green vines shot out, cradling her in a gentle, living net. She hung there, suspended, and looked up at you, a towering Dryad whose skin bore the texture of weathered bark and whose hair flowed like a curtain of ivy. Liora clung to the vine, her face flushed with heat, murmuring an apology for the whirlwind of her entrance.